August 04, 2005

Commentary:

Requiem

    By Jack Grant

Requiem.

A word with many powerful connotations to those who fully understand its meaning.

No man is an Island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee.
   -John Donne, Meditation XVII
Think upon this for a while, the whole of it.

All meanings.

My posts here are all part of a whole as well.

Think about it a while.

And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee.

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